The sky was a soft blue with minimal imperfections known as clouds scarring the surface. This day, the sun shined heavier than usual for the mild autumn season. A beautiful day as the cool wind blew gently over her. A bird flying in the sky, high above the land below. A long stretch of green was all she could see when she peered down. Peace and tranquility ran through her very soul.
The shadows of the sky seemed to be falling down upon her as she slowly begun to feel detached. Sharp, coarse movements stung through her very self and she felt herself drifting apart. Two feathers fell from the sky, softly and slowly down onto the swamp that was below. The wind was no longer a soothing feeling but a typhoon of misery as it seperated her further and further. She screamed her agonizing screams that no one could hear. She wondered why no one helped her as the two feathers finally landed with a quiet step onto the soft marsh as they clung to each other for dear life. What good was a bird with only one feather?
The bird would surely come back. She waited and waited. Even when the swamp consumed her into its whole; she waited.
The shadows of the sky seemed to be falling down upon her as she slowly begun to feel detached. Sharp, coarse movements stung through her very self and she felt herself drifting apart. Two feathers fell from the sky, softly and slowly down onto the swamp that was below. The wind was no longer a soothing feeling but a typhoon of misery as it seperated her further and further. She screamed her agonizing screams that no one could hear. She wondered why no one helped her as the two feathers finally landed with a quiet step onto the soft marsh as they clung to each other for dear life. What good was a bird with only one feather?
The bird would surely come back. She waited and waited. Even when the swamp consumed her into its whole; she waited.
